His tenacity for life had instead become a shackle torturing himself.
He screamed in agony for a good fifteen seconds before he was completely corroded into a puddle of liquid by Brian's flesh-eating poison, motionless.
Five streams of warmth swirled within Brian's body, alleviating the severe pain from his injuries.
The elderly man was one of his targets: Yamamoto Taku.
His opponent had trained five outstanding students, all of whom harbored an obsession with patricide as their dying wish—a rather rare occurrence.
Watching the last trace of his adversary rapidly disappearing into the air, Brian sneered, "I've been waiting for the reinforcements from here and the experts from your Ninja Sect to come!"
He glanced at the approaching helicopter in the distant skies, his figure flashed to a tachi buried in the gravel, right hand reaching out to pick it up.
